It is Super Bowl Sunday afternoon and my stomach is fluttering with nervous excitement. As I sit with my roommate huddled around a laptop streaming CBS Sports, we clap and…
He got a lot farther by workin’ a lot harder, by being a lot smarter, by being a self-starter by 14 … Well, the word got around — they said,…
Idon’t know why I do this to myself every year. When February rolls around it’s always the same mad scramble. The daily visits to Hastings, overpaying for popcorn at the…
Let’s get right into it. My mom works for a Sheriff’s department in Oregon. She knows many sergeants and is good friends with a lieutenant. She cracks jokes with cops…
Ithought I would use this opportunity to explain what life looks like in my shoes and for the majority of other African-American females today. You may think you know who…
I never saw the end of the Super Bowl. If we’re being honest, I didn’t know who was playing until the week before. If we’re being even more honest, I…
Where do you get your news? Do you solely rely on social media? Or do you go to a higher authority — perhaps the newspapers or the news channels on…
Watch out — there’s a new girl in town and her name is Curvy Barbie. Growing up I had a huge collection of Barbie dolls. I had Beach Barbie, Sporty…
There’s a poem by Billy Collins called “Obituaries,” in which he reflects on those somber newspaper sketches of people who have recently passed away. You know, the section that older…
The horses disappear as my carriage slowly rolls to a stop, its wheels collapse, and its light blue color morphs into a familiar orange. I realize my fairytale is over,…